Cream the Corn Pep Rally
Posted by mega on September 01, 2025 at 18:10:37
This happened back when I was in high school. This story is about 70% true, but I'm adding a fictional twist to it for a fun effect.
This takes place at Central High School. There was a big football game coming up against their main rival, Western High School. Western's school colors were brown and yellow, and it was located around some farmland, so we would often refer to Western students as corn huskers. One time some Western students pulled a prank on Central be driving by one morning and throwing a bunch of corn kernels across the courtyard.
There was a student at Central named Chris. He certainly wasn't the biggest or strongest, but he was the most violent. He had his group of friends, but outside of that, he had a reputation as someone to be feared. Most people wouldn't try to mess with him, and some were even afraid to even talk to the guy. On the day of this pep rally, Chris wore a gray T-shirt with Western's brown and yellow logo across the front. He did this out of his general disdain for Central, and as a way to dare anyone to try and mess with him.
The pep rally took place in the middle of the school day, and by that time word had spread pretty far about Chris wearing a Western shirt. He had gotten a few comments about it, but no one really did anything to him. Everyone gathered in the gym for the pep assembly, and due to the corn theme of Western, they decided the theme of this pep assembly would be "cream the corn." The schedule included a game followed by dumping a 3 gallon bucket of creamed corn on one of the teachers. This particular teacher was known to be a Western supporter, and would occasionally wear Western apparel.
The game they started with was bobbing for corn stalks. There was a kiddie pool set up, filled with creamed corn. The 6 guys that were participating surrounded the pool and had to fish out the corn stalks from the creamed corn only using their mouth. The guys dressed like they had coordinated this, because they were all wearing plain white T-shirts with blue jeans. The student council running the event handed each one a poncho to put on, to which some of them groaned about but still wore it anyways. The game started and they all stuck their faces into the creamed corn, pulling out corn stalks as they could find them. One of them paused to comment how gross this game was. As the game continued, a few of the guys were really getting into it, leaning way into the kiddie pool to try and find corn stalks. By the end of the game, a couple of guys had creamed corn running all down their shirts despite wearing those ponchos.
Next the student council president got on the microphone and invited the teacher out who was getting the creamed corn dumped on him. The teacher came out, also wearing one of those clear ponchos with the hood up. Everyone booed as he was wearing a Western shirt. "We're going to do this a little differently," said the student council president. "I heard that there is a student that's supporting Western today. Chris, if you're feeling brave enough, I'd like you to come on down here." Chris wasn't one to back down, so he got out of the bleachers and made his way down to the gym floor. There was an empty kiddie pool set up with a chair in the middle. When Chris got down by the president, the crowd started booing him too. Chris just soaked it up, loving the attention and unphased by the boos. "Now, I see you're wearing a Western shirt, why is that?" came her question. "I want Western to win," came Chris's response, met with some more boos, which just made him grin even more.
"Ok, let's see how brave you're feeling. Now everyone, if you want to see this bucket of creamed corn dumped on the teacher, make some noise!" The president shouted. The crowd cheered a bit for the teacher. "Ok, that was pretty good. Now if you want to see it dumped on Chris, make some noise!" The crowd roared noticeably louder as Chris just stood there assessing the situation. She offered Chris a chance to back out of this, but he refused. The teacher took off the poncho and handed it to Chris, who started putting it on. The crowd started booing at the poncho. "Do it without the poncho, you Western wimp!" someone shouted. This turned into the whole crowd chanting "Western wimp" over and over. Chris glanced back at the crowd annoyed. After a moment, he took the poncho off, which got some cheers from the crowd. "Are you sure you want to do that?" The student council president whispered to him. Chris grabbed the microphone and said "I'm not a Western wimp. I'll wear this creamed corn with pride because that's how much I support Western over Central." There was a bit of stunned silence from the crowd as Chris stepped into the kiddie pool and sat in the chair, which gained some cheers from the crowd.
A couple football players were on standby to dump the bucket. "Dump it nice and slow," Chris dared them. "Oh, I plan on it," one of them responded. He sat up straight as they counted down from 5. He didn't even flinch as they poured the creamed corn on his head. The creamy substance covered his hair and face and ran down his clothes. After pouring a bunch on his head, they poured some directly on his shoulders, getting his shirt even messier. At this point the creamed corn flowed into the lap of his blue jeans. Chris wiped some off his face, as they held open the back of shirt and poured a bunch of creamed corn directly down his back. He squirmed around a bit as the crowd laughed and cheered even more. "Now put it down the front of my shirt," Chris invited them, holding open his shirt in the front so they could dump more straight on his chest. Then they dumped the last bit of the bucket right into Chris's lap.
The crowd gave Chris a final round of applause as he stood up and looked down at himself. He was a complete mess. His hair was nothing but yellow cream and corn chunks. The logo on his shirt wasn't even visible through all the creamed corn stuck to it. He even had it all over the front of his jeans, down to his knees. Chris took a couple minutes wiping off as much of the creamed corn as he could with his hands. He walked around the rest of the day in those clothes, corn chunks still in his hair, his shirt slimy and sticking to him. People offered him high fives for his bravery, and when someone would ask how it felt, he said great. If the creamed corn bothered him, he didn't show it.